A Body, Divided

 

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The first time I met a transgender person, I wanted to take her home. I wanted to teach her how to walk in high-heeled boots, and I wanted to tell her that young women do not wear tank tops in Virginia winter.

I don’t remember this classmate’s name, but I do recall how others looked at her. I can only imagine how often she wished she were invisible. And yet, she persisted – with her hormone drugs, with her disheveled attempt at feminine beauty, and with her confidence.

In many ways, I envied the guts it took to live her life. But I always wondered, where was her safe place?

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Boots on the Ground

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One of my favorite things about the life of Jesus was his commitment to being countercultural for the furthering of God’s kingdom. He listened to the ugly and broken; he embraced time alone at the height of his popularity; and he was guided by long-term benefits. If Jesus walked in human form today, I am willing to bet that he would have been interested in discussing more than red coffee cups last week.

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